i'm new to tribe - here's a poem. enjoy!
i'm going home
i leave what
little's left of
me in the light
on the lattice
and on the glass
and maybe
in the morning
i'll have limbs
like those
of a lighthouse
i'll go press
my cheek against
the sea
i'm going home
i leave what
little's left of
me in the light
on the lattice
and on the glass
and maybe
in the morning
i'll have limbs
like those
of a lighthouse
i'll go press
my cheek against
the sea